June 12, 2014
We all had to endure the weather, although unlike me, these horses had some very impressive all weather gear….
These dogs had the right idea…
And my fellow dachshunds did not look too impressed with having to wait at the water jump, especially as they only had one coat between them.
I was made to wait at one of the later jumps in the howling wind…
I sometimes wonder how I can be genetically related to something like this…
It was NOT bathing weather.
Oh no, it was very much thick, waterproof, thermal coat weather. Winter in May. Whats not to like?
June 9, 2014
On the Saturday, as we had reinforcements I was finally allowed some time away from the stand…
It was, surprise, surprise absolutely chucking it down…
So we headed into the stadium for a little sit down (despite the notice that dogs were barred, it was full of dogs)
Where we stumbled upon the Shetland Pony Grand National. Some might say that Shetland ponies are the dachshunds of the pony world.
Like us, they are very cute, fabulously strong willed and some might say a little stubborn, determined and you can’t tell a shetland what to do. So nothing like dachshunds at all…
I soon got bored as this was not about me…
and before I knew it, it was back to work….
June 5, 2014
In London there is many a fool who thinks I am ‘shudder’ a mixed breed. How very dare them, I am 100% pure wire hair dachshund. All I can think, is these uneducated idiots have never had the pleasure of knowing/owning the very best of the dachshund breed.
However at Badminton Horse Trials, I was dare I say it, quite common….
There were more wire hair dachshund’s than you can shake a stick at…
I even bumped into a relative, my great grandson, Maurice….
A right chip off the old block…
I’m starting to think I prefer to be the special one in London….
You will obey me….
June 2, 2014
After the first May bank holiday I was suddenly informed that I was working the next 5 days at Badminton Horse Trials. I was not impressed as I had seen the weather forecast….
It was wet, cold and very very muddy….
I was not impressed. I insisted on my slave buying me a new coat….
That’s right, I’m now part of the British Eventing Team. There is of course very little difference between me and an event horse….
I could do that….
May 30, 2014
Sometimes I think the slaves have really lost the plot. To get home from Dorset they chose the most strange of all beasts to get across the water….
I was not convinced by this at all….
especially when there are rumours out there, that I can not swim….
So while they were instagraming away, I was keeping my eye on the prize, the lifeboats….
Nothing to see here…..
May 27, 2014
One of the slaves has never done any of the coastal walks round Swanage so I decided that there would be no negotiation. Attendance was compulsory, so off we headed down to the coast path from Worth Matravers….
It was ridiculously hot, so instead of walking to Dancing Ledge, we went straight to the sea…
The slaves, were slaves to Instagram, while I just chilled out….
One day they really will obey me to my satisfaction.
May 23, 2014
Swanage is a place I head too when I need to kick back and unwind. This year the weather was rather warm……maybe a little too warm for my personal tastes….
Other, creatures had different ideas to cooling down….
I certainly did not fancy that….
I prefer seeking out the shade…..
We wandered up the pier to admire old harry…
But then it just got to hot and I refused to move…
There was some mutterings from the slaves about a demented dachshund, but I just heard blah blah blah……